7 years ago.
Mum, dad and I were walking down the street to the mall. We started crossing the road, but I dropped my teddy bear. I didn't notice the car coming down the road.
"Y/n! Run!" My mother called. I couldn't move. I was in shock. I closed my eyes waiting to be hit, but it never came, all I felt was a push from my side.
"Sarah!" My dad called as the sound of screeching tires and the smell of burning rubber filled the air. I looked and saw my mother on the ground, bleeding from her head. My dad rushed to her side trying to wake her up.
"Someone call an ambulance!" Dad called.
The ambulance arrived at the scene. And took my mummy away.
Ever since that day. Dad thinks it's all my fault... and he's right...